On the second day of wandering around, Tang Mo saw Chi Huo, who had transformed into a prototype, huddled in a magma pool inside a volcano, undergoing silent enlightenment and transformation.
Tang Mo's eyes were filled with relief and blessing, and then he quietly retreated.
After a long time, she met Chu Yunlai, whose fate was a bit strange.
He didn't know why he planted himself in the ground, leaving only one head exposed, his eyes closed, and his face pale. If his breathing hadn't been slow, Tang Mo would have wanted to dig it out.
Tang Mo shook his head and continued shopping, and not long after, he saw Lan He again. She felt the urge to put a sack on him, but when she took a closer look, she had to curl her lips and leave with regret.
The Blue River is frozen. Unless the ice is broken, it will be useless to put sacks on it several times.
Time passed little by little, and Tang Mo met many people he knew and didn't know. Some found their opportunities smoothly, while others were just like her, searching aimlessly.
For example, little curly Wei Qiqi.
When they met again, Tang Mo and Wei Qiqi couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.
"Why haven't you found your opportunity yet?" Tang Mo couldn't help but feel disgusted, "Jiyu and the Lin brothers have begun to understand."
Wei Qiqi smiled and said, "Sister knows very well."
Why do you know this? It's not because you can't find your own opportunities and can only wander around in circles, seeing other people's opportunities very clearly, just like her.
Tang Mo:......
With a slight cough, she changed the subject with a normal expression: "How about we go together?"
Wei Qiqi laughed and said nostalgically: "It's been a long time since I walked with my sister."
The two sisters held hands and continued to wander, chatting for a while on any topic that came to mind. After walking like this for a long time, Wei Qiqi suddenly stopped, staring straight at the distant mountain peaks, her whole body trembling with excitement.
Tang Mo sighed secretly, patted her shoulder and encouraged: "Go ahead, come on."
Wei Qiqi responded seriously, and quickly arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Tang Mo stood there and watched for a while. Wei Qiqi's opportunity was also very special. It was like breaking through a level. Starting from the bottom of the mountain, if you defeat an opponent, you can climb up a certain distance. After climbing to the top of the mountain, you can become a saint.
The moment he turned around, changed direction, and took steps, Tang Mo suddenly felt a loneliness like she was the only one left in the world. The mountains, water, clouds, and wind were all witnesses of this loneliness.
Just like a super strong person who lives forever in the world, she has sent away her relatives and friends one by one, and the remaining lives in the world have nothing to do with her.
Tens of millions of years later, even if she is still alive, at most only a few legends can still be spread in the world. Not only life, but the world seems to have nothing to do with her.
Is this the fate of the strong?
Tang Mo was in a daze. If the fate of pursuing the peak is eternal loneliness, is there any need to reach the top?
However, without peak cultivation, how could she protect the Jialan Realm and her family members in the Eastern Continent?
Even if you are protected now, so what? Even if the Blood Demon is driven out of the Jialan Realm, and your family is restricted by their cultivation, won't they leave you sooner or later? When the time comes, you will be the only one left, what's the point of living?
mean?
Tang Mo was even more confused, was that right? She vaguely felt that something was wrong, but her thoughts seemed to be frozen and she couldn't move at all.
The voice in my heart continues to confuse, why not go back and spend time with your family while everyone is here, spend time with your parents and lover, spend time with relatives and friends, have a few children, and share the family life...
No! Wrong!
Tang Mo suddenly woke up and retorted loudly in his heart: "My father is dead! He died in the hands of the blood demon! The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable! If I can't drive the blood demon out of my hometown and the Jialan Realm,
How can I have the honor to see my father after I die?"
"And my current cultivation level is not enough to fight against the blood demon. I want to become stronger, keep getting stronger, and become the strongest existence in the Jialan world!" At the end, Tang Mo's tone became more firm, and the desire for power in his heart reached its peak.
to an unprecedented extent.
The voice seemed to be frightened, and was silent for a while before continuing: "But what about your mother? What about your lover?"
"My mother?" Tang Mo only hesitated for a moment, then became firm again, "As long as the Blood Demon exists, my mother and my tribe will not be able to rest at ease. As the leader of the tribe, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect the tribe. And
All of this is based on my strength. Without strength, everything will be empty talk."
"As for my lover..." Tang Mo's voice softened, "His talent is no worse than mine, and his cultivation level doesn't need me to worry about. I believe that no matter where I go in the future, he will always be with me.
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The voice seemed to have nothing to say, and could only say: "Think about it again."
Tang Mo said resolutely: "No need, I have already thought about it very clearly. Right now, improving my strength and killing the blood demon is the most important thing. I want to become stronger, I want to become a saint, and become a god!"
As the words fell, a hurricane suddenly rolled up in Tang Mo's originally chaotic sea of consciousness, and all the telepathy ball contracts and all-things talismans were involved in it, tearing and compressing... I don't know how long it took, but a bright light suddenly lit up in the center of the hurricane!
The bright light split through the hurricane, pushed away the chaos, and then rushed straight out of the sea of consciousness, turning into a smart three-foot long sword, happily circling around Tang Mo.
It was only then that Tang Mo's eyes, which had been closed tightly for some time, trembled slightly and slowly opened.
A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and Tang Mo quickly woke up. She blinked and said to herself in a dumbfounded voice: "I didn't expect that my opportunity is the most special."
Other people's opportunities are tangible and can be seen. Only Tang Mo's opportunity is about the sublimation and experience of the state of mind. It is intangible and has no quality. It can only be triggered when the state of mind matches it, and it does not say hello.
If Tang Mo had finally chosen to compromise and go home in that conversation, then she would never be able to enter the Saint level in her life, because she had lost her heart to become a strong person.
Fortunately, Tang Mo was very determined to pursue the peak. After the trial, her sea of consciousness immediately transformed.
The sword in front of him combines all the power in the entire sea of consciousness, represents Tang Mo's highest combat power, and is a sacred weapon of his destiny. As long as Tang Mo's strong heart remains unchanged, this sword will become stronger and stronger.
Tang Mo raised her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and a familiar feeling of blood connection suddenly arose in her heart. She caressed the blade of the sword lovingly, and said softly: "From today on, you will be called Weixin."
The long sword trembled leisurely, and the word "Ideal" appeared out of thin air at the end of the sword.
Tang Mo smiled slightly, put the Mind-Only Sword into the Sea of Consciousness, and then took out Wuxiang with a thought.
It wasn't until the moment when idealism took shape that she truly understood formlessness.
This pen should also be the natal sacred instrument of a certain saint, but its owner died, and Wuxiang became an ownerless object, circulating in the hands of different people.
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